The imperial mansion stood just beyond the outer walls of Stag City, elegant yet deliberately understated—black marble and silver-veined columns, wide gardens lit by soft lanterns, tall enough to meet imperial standards but plain enough to avoid drawing unwanted eyes. Ten Imperial Aegis knights moved like silent shadows around the perimeter, their golden armor dulled with black cloaks for the night watch.
These were no ordinary guards. Augmented with the last drops of nephilim blood preserved from Moses Grimhart's own experiments centuries ago, they were stronger, faster, and more lethal than any mortal soldier. Only one hundred existed in the entire empire, commanded by a supreme leader who answered solely to the Emperor. Tonight, ten of them ensured the newlyweds would not be disturbed.
Jared stood in the courtyard with his four wives, the cool night air carrying the scent of night-blooming roses and distant pine. The black velvet wedding coat still clung to his shoulders, silver chains and stag motifs catching the lantern light. His heart hammered against his ribs.
The girls had grown more comfortable with him during the long evening—laughter in the carriage, teasing glances, small touches that lingered. Now, under the stars, the teasing turned bolder.
Andrea stepped closer first, her azure hair glowing softly in the moonlight, the sea-blue wedding gown hugging her enhanced curves. "You look like you're about to face a monster wave, husband," she said with a gentle smile, blue eyes sparkling.
Shadiya's rich brown skin seemed to glow as she tilted her head, long dark curls shifting. "Or perhaps you're simply realizing the real battle starts tonight," she added, voice low and warm, the crimson silk of her gown clinging to her voluptuous figure.
Alynna's elven grace made the moment feel almost sacred, her starlit eyes soft. "We are yours now, Jared. All of us."
Xaya was the boldest. The refined Grey Felis woman stepped right up to him, grey tail curling playfully behind her, grey eyes locked on his with open hunger. Her purple-and-gold wedding dress accentuated every lush curve—full breasts straining the bodice, wide hips swaying. "I have been prepared for this my entire life, husband," she purred, voice husky. "That kiss in the cathedral… it awakened something in me. I will not let this night pass quietly. I want more. I want you my lord husband."
Jared felt a chill race down his spine, heat flooding his face and lower. He swallowed hard, but he did not back down. His storm-grey eyes met each of theirs in turn.
"I will honor my matrimonial duty," he said, voice steady despite the nerves. "To all of you. Tonight… and every night after."
The four women blushed in unison—Andrea's cheeks turning a soft rose, Shadiya's deep skin warming, Alynna's milky complexion flushing pink, and even Xaya's refined composure cracking with a visible shiver of anticipation.
Without another word, the girls exchanged quick glances and slipped upstairs together, their gowns whispering against the marble steps. They were going to prepare themselves. Lingerie. Oils. Whatever traditions and desires they had carried into this marriage.
Jared remained outside for a long moment, staring at the closed door. His hands flexed at his sides. He had faced death a hundred times, but this—this was uncharted territory. A virgin prince about to claim four wives in one night.
From the shadows near the garden wall, Amon the Red Knight chuckled low, the sound carrying on the night breeze.Jared shot him a sharp glare. His enhanced hearing caught the knight's muttered words clearly: "Finally… the prince is about to become a man."
Jared's jaw tightened, but he said nothing. He turned and entered the mansion.
A steward waited just inside, bowing deeply. "Congratulations on your.... marriages, Your Highness. The main chamber has been prepared exactly as requested. Everything you and your wives may need is there."
Jared nodded once and followed the man down a short corridor to the grand master suite at the heart of the mansion.
The door opened.
Soft golden lantern light bathed the enormous circular bed draped in black silk and white furs. Candles flickered on every surface. The air smelled faintly of sweet oils and jasmine.
His wives waited for him.
They had changed into lingerie that left nothing to the imagination—each piece chosen to accentuate their sensual figures and their individual beauty.
Andrea stood in delicate sea-blue lace that barely contained her full breasts, the fabric translucent and shimmering like water, a tiny thong and garters framing her long legs. Shadiya wore deep crimson silk and gold chains that draped across her rich brown skin, the bra and panties designed to highlight her voluptuous curves and the subtle magical glow that sometimes flickered along her skin. Alynna's lingerie was ethereal silver and green sheer mesh, almost glowing and clinging to her slender-yet-curvy elven body like a second skin. Xaya's was the boldest—purple and white fur-trimmed leather straps that framed her massive breasts and wide hips, her grey tail swaying seductively behind her, the outfit screaming refined sensuality and raw desire.
All four of them watched him with hungry, expectant eyes.
Jared's mouth went dry. Nervous energy coiled tight in his stomach. He stepped inside, the door closing softly behind him, and swallowed hard.
"I… I've never—" he started, voice rough.
Andrea moved first, stepping close and placing a gentle hand on his chest. "We know," she whispered, azure hair brushing his shoulder. "We will guide you…."
Shadiya's fingers traced the silver chains on his coat. "And then you will take us," she murmured, dark eyes burning.
Alynna's lips brushed his ear. "Slowly at first… then as hard as you want."
Xaya pressed against his side, her full breasts soft and warm through the thin fabric, grey tail curling around his thigh. "We are yours tonight, husband. All of us. Take what you want."
Jared's hands trembled as he reached for them, but the nervousness began to burn away as desire took over. He kissed Andrea first—deep and slow—then Shadiya, then Alynna, then Xaya, each kiss growing bolder, hungrier. The girls moaned softly against his mouth, their hands working together to strip the black velvet coat from his shoulders, then the shirt beneath, revealing his deeply tanned, scarred, powerfully muscled torso.
He grew confident with every touch.
He laid Andrea down first on the silk sheets, peeling the blue lace from her body with steady hands now. She gasped as he entered her—slow at first, then deeper, harder, finding a rhythm that made her back arch and her azure hair spill across the pillows. Her full breasts bounced with every thrust, her legs wrapping tight around his waist.
Shadiya climbed onto the bed beside them, kissing him fiercely while he continued to drive into Andrea. When Andrea shuddered through her first climax, crying out his name, Jared pulled out and moved to Shadiya. He took her from behind, hands gripping her wide hips, the crimson silk panties pushed aside as he fucked her deep and relentless. Her magical aura flared, sparks of gold dancing across her rich brown skin as she came hard, moaning into the sheets.
Alynna was next—gentle at first, her ethereal body trembling as he slid into her tight heat. But the elf's starlit eyes soon begged for more, and Jared gave it to her, pounding into her slender-yet-curvy frame until she screamed in elven ecstasy, moonflower petals scattering across the bed.
Xaya claimed him last and fiercest. The refined beastwoman pushed him onto his back and straddled him, grey tail lashing as she sank down onto his cock with a low, satisfied growl. Her massive breasts bounced heavily as she rode him hard, claws lightly scraping his chest. Jared gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her, confidence fully ignited now, fucking her with powerful, relentless strokes until she howled her release.
They didn't stop.
He took them again and again—switching between them, sometimes two at once, sometimes all four tangled together in a breathless, sweat-slicked pile of limbs and moans. Andrea riding his face while Shadiya rode his cock. Alynna and Xaya kissing each other above him as he thrust into one then the other. Hours blurred into a haze of skin, heat, and pleasure. He fucked them senseless—hard, deep, and without mercy—until every one of them was trembling, gasping, and utterly spent.
The sky outside the tall windows began to lighten when they finally collapsed together on the ruined bed, bodies entwined, breathing ragged.
Jared woke the next morning with a painful back and sore thighs. Every muscle ached in the best possible way. His first time had been far more intense and exhausting than he had ever imagined.
He opened his eyes.
His four wives lay sprawled across the bed around him, naked and beautiful in the morning light. Andrea's azure hair spilled across his chest. Shadiya's dark curls tickled his shoulder. Alynna's blonde braids lay tangled with Xaya's grey hair. All four of them wore satisfied, exhausted grins—eyes half-lidded, bodies marked with faint love bites and the flush of a long night well spent.
Xaya stretched lazily, grey tail curling around his leg. "Good morning, husband," she purred, voice husky with lingering pleasure.
The others murmured sleepy agreements, pressing closer.
Jared smiled—tired, sore, but with deep content.